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Updated: September 30, 2025
Low-voiced and soft-footed, she would coax the delirious man to lie down when he grew excited or to take his medicine according to the orders of the doctor. It was on the third day after Gordon's return to Corbett's that Juanita heard a whistle while she was washing dishes after supper in the kitchen. Presently she slipped out of the back door and took the trail to the corral.
Miller Christy's Silver Map of the World gives a splendid facsimile of the medal issued to commemorate Drake's return, of which the original is in the British Museum. Among biographers, Corbett's Drake, and Barrow's Life of Sir Francis Drake, give full details of his early and personal life, including, of course, his great services in the Armada.
Fido Norton hurried to the police station in back of Ezra Corbett's store and aroused Officer Dopeson who was at the desk waiting for out-of-town speeders to be brought in. In a kind of waking dream the officer heard an excited voice shout, "Mr. Ned Garrison's car is stolen from the shed down by the lake." When Officer Dopeson was fully aware of this noisy intrusion, the intruder had disappeared.
Tom Corbett's first day at Space Academy began at 0530 hours with the blaring of the Cadet Corps Song over the central communicators: "From the rocket fields of the Academy To the far-flung stars of outer space, We're Space Cadets training to be Ready for dangers we may face.
She turned as she spoke and went lightly to the telephone. With the need of action, of decision, her hopelessness was gone. There was a hard, bright light in her eyes that told of a resolution inflexible as tempered steel when once aroused. "Give me Corbett's at once, please. Hallo, Central Corbett's " No answer came, though she called again and again.
Corbett's decree regarding Sunday work, and found that Randolph was prepared to abstain from all forms of labor on all days in the week if she wished it.
At once she jumped shrewdly to a conclusion. "Did you bring our mail back with you from Corbett's?" she innocently inquired. "Yes, señorita." "Since when have I been 'señorita' to you, Ramon?" "Valencia, I should say." He blushed. "Indeed, I should think so. It hasn't been so long since you called me Val." "Ah! Those happy days!" he sighed. "Fiddlesticks!" she promptly retorted. "Don't be a goose.
"It's the gravity generators," yelled Loring. "Corbett's pulled a fast one. We're in free fall!" Tom lifted his feet and pushed as hard as he could against the control panel. He shot out of the chair and across the control room just as Loring fired his ray gun.
He must know something." "Right," said Cag. "Gee, Corbett's getting his nice clean uniform messed up." Dirty gutter water flowed over Tom in the dark Martian alley as the boy lay deathly still. "What!" exclaimed Major Connel. "Give me that again." The messenger from the Solar Guard headquarters on Mars repeated the message. "Cadet Corbett has not been in his hotel since last night, sir," he said.
The "child" thus alluded to closed one eye the one farthest from Mrs. Corbett for a fraction of a second, and kept on softly teasing the Jew's-harp. "Now you need not glare at me so fierce, you twin." Mrs. Corbett's voice was still full of Sunday calm. "I do not know which one of you you are, but anyway what I say applies to you both. Now take that look off your face and stay and eat.
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